Okay... I know I've got a gazillion and twelve other stories to write, but some one has to write a fic for the ides of march!
There once was a man of great power. His name was Roman Empire. He had it all, land, power, women, wealth.
But then the Ides of March came. And Rome began to fall.
Julius Ceasar, his boss for so long, was dead, murdered in cold blood.
Then the lands he had taken began to revolt, the Germanians aiding the rebellions.
What he was left with was eventually taken away.
His two grandsons stolen.
Slowly, Rome began to fade away.
He wandered into a thick forest, not caring where he was going, when he felt a pain in his chest.
He turned and saw who it was, his eyes filled with tears. "Et tu? Germania?"
Germania said nothing.
Our time has come my friend, I am truly sorry.
Sorry. It' short. And most definitely not historically correct. (Can any one guess which letter was giving me problem? It comes after r and before t.) From the map I have up on Wikipedia, Germania only contained east Germany... But lots of Poland and the Baltics. Aw well, happy ides of march and beware of them!